From the brig, Geneva really couldn't navigate at all. Since she couldn't see the sea or feel the wind, she couldn't tell what direction the Pearl was traveling in, and thus, she became lost. So, she sat there and scowled in the brig for a few days.
Finally, she could sense Jack Sparrow. As disoriented as she was, she couldn't receive great visions from him, and so, she really was in the dark. But finally, she could sense him in the vicinity, and she focused on him. He came closer until she could finally receive visions from him. He appeared to be on the ship, and he asked about her. Gibbs told him that she was in the brig. Jack did nothing upon receiving this news, and Geneva scowled once again. She could then feel the ship begin to sail again. She didn't like where things were headed at all.
Jack had sailed quite some ways out into the ocean. It was about a week's distance from Port Royal to be precise. There was no land in sight.
Jack looked about for a moment at the open sea around him, and then he turned swiftly to Gibbs.
"Here will be good," he said, and the first mate nodded and went to retrieve Geneva. She had been locked in the brig so that she couldn't escape and take control of the ship.
Jack had figured that Geneva was too dangerous to be handed over to the authorities. She was far too clever, and she'd easily find a way to escape anyway. But, as charming as she was, she was also much too dangerous to keep on the Black Pearl.
Geneva emerged from the hull, a rope tying her hands firmly behind her back. A few of the crewmen led her to the rail, and Jack waltzed down the steps of the quarterdeck and onto the main deck.
"You, love, are going on a special trip," he said, an enthusiastic smile on his face as he walked up to her. Geneva rolled her eyes, not bothering to struggle as the man behind her cut the rope and proceeded to solidly grip her wrists together.
"Oh, am I?" she inquired sarcastically. She really wished she hadn't trusted Jack so much.
Jack turned and smiled at her. "Yes," he said eagerly. "You're going to stay with someone that I don't associate with, and I tend to avoid at all cost. So, transitively, if you stay with said person, I won't have to associate with you either. And I don't like associating with you, so that works out for me double!"
"And who is this person?" Geneva asked, not bothering to use any more sarcasm. She was already openly annoyed with him at this point.
"Oh, I bet you've heard of him before," Jack mused, and then his voice became low. "His name is Jones. Davy Jones."
A confused look appeared on Geneva's face. Davy Jones was a sailor's myth, and to "be lost to Davy Jones' locker" was to be lost in the depths. Clearly, Jack was implying something else. Before Geneva had a change to question him any further, though, Jack spoke.
"Off you go!" he said cheerfully, hastily shoving her over the rail of the ship. Yelling in shock, she plunged into the water, and surfaced moments later, clearly miffed.
"You can't just leave me in the middle of the bloomin' ocean!" she howled after him. Jack only waved at her as the Pearl sailed away.
"Be sure to write!" he called back to her, and that only enraged her more.
"I will kill you!" she roared back, treading water desperately in order to stay afloat. "You will rue the day you see my face again!"
Jack didn't seem at all fazed, and the Pearl disappeared beyond the darkening horizon, leaving Geneva stranded in the midst of the pitch black ocean.
To be continued...
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